Wrecked by Shiloh Walker

Zach said quietly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Walking up the stairs and having panic attacks aren’t very good combinations.”
    Her tongue seemed to glue itself to the roof of her mouth, but she managed to get the words out. “Why . . .” Okay. She got
one
word out. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Why are we going upstairs?”
    “Because I want to sit down and hold you for a little while without you taking off and locking yourself in your room. I figured I’d just lock myself in there with you.”
    Her brain shut down.
    Locked in her room.
    With Zach.
    That sounded so very appealing.
    And it felt even better, she had to admit a few minutes later as he laid her down and tucked himself up behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist, his palm flat against her belly. The heat of him spread through her body, lulling her, calming her, seducing her.
    Too perfect for words, she decided.
    She could handle this, she thought. As long as she didn’t think. As long as she didn’t—
    Watch out
,
her brain warned her.
You’re starting to think
.
    Desperately, she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind.
Focus on him. Just him. He feels nice, right?
    Oh, yes. He felt better than nice. Better than anything she’d ever felt, really.
    But what in the hell is going on? You were going to think things through and now—
    Stop it. The calm, rational part of her mind got a little louder. But it just wasn’t enough and before she even realized it, she blurted out, “What in the hell just happened?”
    Zach’s lips touched the back of her neck. “Well, I’m no expert, but I think you kissed me,” he said, his voice teasing. “And I’m pretty sure we both enjoyed it. But maybe we should try again.”
    And then she found herself on her back, staring up into a pair of dark blue eyes that she knew very, very well. They’d always seemed to glint with mischief, or trouble . . . but she’d never realized just how much they glinted with
that
kind of trouble.
    Not until now.
    As his mouth came down on hers again, Abby barely had time to catch her breath. Then she was wondering why she’d even bothered. He stole the oxygen right out of her with his kiss. His tongue stroked along hers, moving into her mouth with an easy assurance that belied his words.
    I’m no expert
.
    Oh, yes. Yes, he was.
    She whimpered as he took the kiss deeper.
    The hand on her belly caught the material of her skirt, dragging it upward and although panic crowded inside her head, there was nothing in her that could make herself pull away. Nothing that would make her say
stop
.
    He’d do it. There was no doubt in her mind.
    The problem was she didn’t
want
him to stop.
    As his fingers flirted with the waistband of her panties, Zach lifted his mouth from hers and whispered, his breath dancing over her swollen, sensitive lips, “Abby . . . ?”
    She knew what he was asking. He was giving her a chance to call a halt to this. A halt to this crazy, insane . . . what was this thing?
    Swallowing, she forced herself to open her eyes and stare at him. “What’s going on, Zach?”
    He sighed and instead of slipping his hand inside her panties, he smoothed a palm over her thigh. He lowered his head, resting it on her breasts. “That’s the twenty-thousand-dollar question, I guess, isn’t it?”
    She felt the puff of air against her sensitive skin and groaned as her nipples responded, tightening as though he’d been nibbling on them instead of just talking to her. This was insane.
    Completely insane.
    She’d just had the climax of her life . . . with Zach. And both of them were still fully clothed. They hadn’t had sex. They’d only barely been making out and she’d come harder than she could ever remember coming in her life.
    Insane
.
    And all she wanted to do was strip herself naked, make him do the same so they could see just how far they could ride this insanity.
    “We should stop.” Her body shrieked at the very idea of it.